Nothing Can Stop Me Now

Bri. They/She. Queer non-binary babe. PIC abolitionist. Marxist. Artist. Botany and sociolinguistics enthusiast. Witchy & all-around Wild. Basking in moonlight and howling often.

[heavenlyyshecomes]

“Darkness obscures and sunlight reveals, but dusk– that liminal moment in between–murmurs suggestions.”

— Pamela Petro, ‘Shedding Light’, in Guernica Magazine

[satiridiyadis-blog]

[rotgospels]

angela carter is the only motherfucker in this city who can handle me 

[boykeats]

[image text: “Somebody asked me who my favorite women writers were the other day, meaning, I guess, some kind of writers who expressed a specifically feminine sensibility—I said Emily Bronte, who’s pure butch, and cursed myself afterwards because the greatest feminine writer who’s ever lived is Dostoevsky, followed closely by Herman Melville, who has just the kind of relish of beautiful boys that emancipated ladies such as yourself express. And D. H. Lawrence is infinitely more feminine than Jane Austen, if one is talking about these qualities of sensitivity, vulnerability and perception traditionally ascribed by male critics to female novelists… D. H. Lawrence’s tragedy is that he thought he was a man.” /end text]

[6-4s]

by Ivan Troyanovsky

[soracities]

What’s the use of Spring if it doesn’t please the dead / and show them the joy of life and the shock of forgetfulness?

Mahmoud Darwish, from ‘Mural’, Mural (trans. John Berger & Rema Hammami)

[nature-travel-photography]

Magical Golden Hour, Shropshire, England [OC] [5196 x 3907] - Author: -camtheron- on reddit

[lissar-deactivated20201117]

“When identity is derived from projecting an image in the public realm, something is lost, some core of identity diluted, some sense of authority or interiority sacrificed. It is time to question the false equivalency between not being seen and hiding. And time to reevaluate the merits of the inconspicuous life, to search out some antidote to continuous exposure, and to reconsider the value of going unseen, undetected, or overlooked in this new world. Might invisibility be regarded not simply as refuge, but as a condition with its own meaning and power? Going unseen may be becoming a sign of decency and self-assurance. The impulse to escape notice is not about complacent isolation or senseless conformity, but about maintaining identity, propriety, autonomy, and voice. It is not about retreating from the digital world but about finding some genuine alternative to a life of perpetual display. It is not about mindless effacement but mindful awareness. Neither disgraceful nor discrediting, such obscurity can be vital to our very sense of being, a way of fitting in with the immediate social, cultural, or environmental landscape. Human endeavor can be something interior, private, and self-contained. We can gain, rather than suffer, from deep reserve.”

— Akiko Busch, How to Disappear: Notes on Invisibility in a Time of Transparency. [bold text added by me.]

[wolveswolves]

Arctic wolf pups (Canis lupus arctos) gnawing on Muskox bones, Ellesmere Island, Nunavut, Canada

By Jim Brandenburg

[soracities]

I hardly exist and if I do exist it’s with delicate care.

Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

[dozydawn]

Stroboscopic photographs of the New York City Ballet’s production of Jewels, 1967. Photographed by Gjon Mili.

[weltenwellen]

Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

[milkboydotnet]

As an act of bravery, love cannot be sentimental; as an act of freedom, it must not serve as a pretext for manipulation. It must generate other acts of freedom; otherwise, it is not love. Only by abolishing the situation of oppression is it possible to restore the love which that situation made impossible. If I do not love the world—if I do not love life—if I do not love people—I cannot enter into dialogue.

Paulo Freire, Pedagogy of the Oppressed

[justbmarks]

One of the most interesting abandoned places - Church in St. Etienne, France

via reddit

[flowerytale]

Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (Paris, Monday, 3 July 1939)

[auldcine]

In your beauty lives again Elaine, the lily maid, love dreaming at Astolat. LILLIAN GISH in WAY DOWN EAST (1920)

[lightheartedsuggestion]

Stop convincing yourself you’re wasting your life away. The time you’ve spent resting and healing was and is necessary. You’re not a waste of a person if you find yourself struggling right now. Healing, recovering, sitting with your pain is foundational. It’s not a waste. You are still whole.

[elenamjacobs]

“Maybe I’ll see you in another life, if this one wasn’t enough.”

— Florence + the Machine